His Curvy Treat

Colin

Small town living was not what I was used to. I liked my quiet and solitude, but there didn’t seem to be much of that in a town so small everyone knew I was a newcomer. They knew more about my family history than I did. They were all nice, and friendly, and wanted to know me, but it all just made me want to hide from them.

Except for Elise. She was the one woman I wanted to get to know. She was a mystery, a mystery that intrigued me. She talked and laughed and enjoyed life, but when I was around she closed up. And when we our dating profiles were matched and we met out for a drink, she bolted. Flat out refused to stick around. And refused to give me another chance.

She didn’t know I wouldn’t give up that easily.

Elise

I knew online dating was a risk. Sometimes he was a freak. Sometimes he was just wrong. And sometimes he was the guy I was trying to convince myself I wasn’t interested in.

Getting involved with a man wasn’t an option for me. Not since my ex almost destroyed me. He was sweet and kind at first, like Colin, but it hid an evil that shattered my faith in men and my ability to ever trust one again.

Colin didn’t back off like most men did. One rejection usually sent them running for the next bed to jump into, but Colin kept trying. He made me feel special. Like I was important. Resisting him was harder with each kiss and each touch. He wanted all of me, the good and the bad, and he wasn’t stopping until he got it.

Available Now

Print on Amazon | Barnes & Noble | Books A Million

Excerpt from His Curvy Treat

I couldn’t remember the last time I felt so at peace. Happy was an easy emotion, but peaceful never was. I always wanted to be on the move. Doing something.

Busywork, my dad always called it. He said I couldn’t sit still for five minutes.

But watching her glide through the water, her curvy body lazily floating before she turned and dove under. The droplets of water streaming down her cheeks. Her dark hair slicked back.

The joy in her amber eyes. Pure, real, unhindered joy. That was what did it for me. That was what made me want to pull her closer and wrap my arms around her. That was what gave me peace.

“What?” she asked, her lips curled up on the side.

I shook my head. “Nothing.”

She raised an eyebrow. “It doesn’t look like nothing. What are you thinking?”

“I’m thinking you bring me peace.”

“Peace?” she asked, that eyebrow going back up.

I nodded. “Peace.”

She chuckled. “I don’t think anyone has ever told me I bring them peace. Usually I’m more of a headache than anything else.”

I shook my head. “Not for me. Definitely peace.”

She ducked her chin and stared into the depths of the water. When she looked back up at me, my breath hitched. Maybe peace was the wrong word. Maybe she didn’t bring me peace at all. Maybe she just brought clarity. A soul deep knowledge of exactly what I’d been looking for my whole life.

Her.